A Little Italian Vacation -

Clara looked at her dark phone screen. For the first time in weeks, her shoulders dropped. The deadline was still there, but so was the moonlight hitting the medieval towers.

Clara didn’t come to Italy to find love; she came to find a decent Wi-Fi signal. As a freelance architect with a looming deadline, she had booked a "quiet villa" in , only to find that the "villa" was a stone cottage older than most countries, and the only signal was a single, flickering bar near the herb garden. A Little Italian Vacation

The next morning, Clara didn't wake up to an alarm. She woke up to the sound of a distant tractor and the smell of espresso. She did finish her project, but she did it sitting in the herb garden, typing only when the inspiration hit, and spending the rest of her "little Italian vacation" learning that sometimes, the best way to move forward is to sit perfectly still with a scoop of melting hazelnut gelato. Clara looked at her dark phone screen